The ghostly Majesty Yongzheng stayed with the memorial tablets of his ancestors for a whole night in Fengxian Hall.
But it is obvious that His Majesty the Death Ghost failed to find out what happened from these wooden tablets.
By accident, the sun had already risen in the east. Yong Zheng, the dead ghost, was secretly annoyed that he would not be able to leave the Fengxian Hall before the sun set.
Being alone and lonely for just one day was nothing to him.
He had also experienced decades of loneliness. He had witnessed with his own eyes the young Hongli who succeeded to the throne, was extravagant in his prime, and became comatose in his later years. He had also been furious countless times, but no one would ever pay attention to him at that time.
Now he has at least thirteen younger brothers.
At this time, His Majesty Yongzheng, the dead ghost, suddenly saw that the door of Fengxian Hall suddenly opened, and those who walked in were Geng, Hong Zhou, mother and son, and Wu Zaku.
The three of them all wore court robes and crowns, walked neatly and looked solemn, and then they kowtowed to the memorial tablets of their ancestors.
The ghost of His Majesty Yongzheng was floating in front of his memorial tablet, and he happened to receive this great gift.
Today is the Winter Clothes Festival - His Majesty the Dead Ghost suddenly remembered.
Then the emperor, the queen mother, and the empress offered incense respectively, and then the ritual officer recited the sacrificial inscriptions. The sacrificial ceremony was then completed.
"There are still a lot of things that have not been approved in the Yangxin Palace. The Queen will send the Queen to the Cining Palace for me to rest." Hong Zhou said.
Wu Zhaku responded with a "yes".
Shu Jin rubbed his neck and looked sympathetically: "Don't tire yourself too much. The government will never be finished."
The dead Emperor Yongzheng frowned dissatisfiedly: A loving mother often loses her son!
But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in his heart. He had never felt such loving care from Queen Mother Wu Ya.
Hong Zhou sighed tiredly: "It'll be fine after a while." Without all the nonsense, he felt a lot more relaxed.
Hong Zhou suddenly remembered something again and whispered: "I changed the virtuous concubine to the shun concubine, won't the empress be angry?"
Shu Jin:……
It's not enough to make her a concubine, but she doesn't even give her a nice title? Then Zhang Jia is Yongying's biological mother after all!
But seeing the bloodshot eyes under Hong Zhou's eyes, Shu Jin couldn't bear to blame her for such a trivial matter. Anyway, regardless of whether she was a virtuous concubine or a submissive concubine, her salary and benefits were the same.
"It's all trivial, as long as you're happy." Shu Jin's eyes were full of tolerance.
After all, everything Shu Jin has now comes from this cheap son. Since Hong Zhou feels that Zhang Jia is not worthy of the title of virtuous concubine, he should change it!
The dead ghost Yongzheng felt even more uncomfortable. How could Empress Dowager Wu Ya have anything to do with him?!
At this moment, the imperial eunuch Dou Huaizhong ran in quickly, knelt down and reported: "Qi Xiang Palace, the emperor, the queen mother, and the empress, sent a message saying that the third elder brother has a sudden fever, and I would like to invite you.
Your Majesty, go and have a look."
Hong Zhou felt a sudden pain in his forehead, "Why is Yongying sick again?!"
The child Yongying had to wait until he was one year old to get this famous name, but his little body was always stumbling and suffering from major and minor ailments.
"Go and teach the imperial doctor, I don't know how to treat diseases!" Hong Zhou thought about all the tricks in Yangxin Palace, how could he have the time?! This concubine is really ignorant.
Queen Changli said hurriedly: "Why don't I, my concubine, pay a visit to Third Brother on behalf of the Emperor later?"
Hong Zhou nodded and left with a sullen expression.
After sending the emperor off, the empress first sent Shu Jin, the empress dowager, back to Cining Palace, and then left for Qixiang Palace.
Shu Jin then warned: "Just beat the imperial doctors and ask them to diagnose and treat her with all their heart. If the concubine cries and makes trouble, you don't need to pay too much attention to it."
When a child is sick, he needs a doctor. Just don't let the hospital neglect him.
Queen Changli sighed, "Concubine Shun is indeed getting more and more crying. It's no wonder that the emperor doesn't want to go to her Qixiang Palace."
After all, she was a concubine with a son, but she still couldn't win back the Sacred Heart. Chang Li had mentioned this in private, but unfortunately, after she gave birth to a child, her brain seemed to be broken, and she became even more stupid.
Thinking that most of the "Yong Ying" in history died young, Shu Jin couldn't help but feel a shadow in his heart.
Zhang Jia only has such a son, if anything happens...
Shu Jin's worries soon became reality.
Yongying had a severe fever this time. Although the hospital tried its best to treat it, and although the fever subsided that same day, it returned again the next day. Yongying was so sick that she was so sick that her concubine was also crying like crazy.
dark.
As the legitimate mother, Empress Wu Zaku had to abandon her child and visit her in person many times. She repeatedly put pressure on the imperial hospital. In the end, even Hong Zhou took the time to visit and reprimanded the imperial doctors of pediatrics.
But - the child's body was too weak, and the imperial doctors did not dare to use heavy medicine. Even so, the medicine he took always vomited it out.
After struggling like this for more than ten days, the child... would never wake up again.
Concubine Shun cried so hard that she fainted, and Empress Wu Zaku immediately came to Cining Palace to plead guilty.
Seeing how haggard she looked, Shu Jin couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He quickly asked Lan Ruo to help her up, "How can I blame you? It's Yong Ying who is so lucky."
Queen Changli lowered her head and sighed: "Concubine Shun is really pitiful."
Shu Jin said: "Don't just feel sorry for others. These days, Yongyao can't see you. He cries so much all day long that his voice is hoarse from crying! Go back quickly and see your children."
The queen couldn't help but feel worried, "It's not that I'm so busy, it's just that I've been in and out of Qixiang Palace frequently these days. I'm afraid that if I get sick, I'll be passed over to Yongyao."
After saying that, the queen quickly said: "I will go back to bathe and change clothes, and then go to accompany the children."
Shu Jin nodded and asked Lan Ruo to send Queen Changli out of Ciningmen. She knew that Changli might not be so sincere and virtuous as a saint, mainly because Hongzhou had four sons, three of whom were legitimate sons, and the only one who was a concubine.
My elder brother happened to be sick again.
Even if it's not the queen's fault, there's no guarantee that there will be some mean-mouthed people making irresponsible remarks.
Shu Jin didn't feel much sadness in his heart.
After all, these grandchildren were not raised under her knees, and the so-called blood relationship was not very important in her heart.
In this world, her only bond is probably Hong Zhou, her cheap son.
Just after he ascended the throne, a son died in infancy.
Although Hong Zhou will not be as heartbroken as Shun Concubine, he is afraid that he will be sad for a while.
In the evening of that day, the funeral of the third elder brother Yongying was officially held, and Hong Zhou came to Cining Palace in the dusk.
After all, it was the first time he had lost a son, and he was tired and toiled all day long. Hong Zhou looked a little confused, "I knew this was the case... My son should spend more time with him."
Shu Jin knew that the "ta" Hong Zhou mentioned was Yongying, not Shunbi.
Shu Jin touched Hong Zhou's prickly head - it was less than a hundred days after the death of the late emperor, so naturally he could not shave his head. The semi-bald man he once was looked even weirder now.
Shu Jin hurriedly retracted his hand, "Yongying has been weak since birth. If she hadn't been in the royal family and had such good medical treatment, she might not have lived to this age."
Hong Zhou also knew that this child was likely to die in infancy, so he named him "Ying", hoping that he would be as strong as a rock. Unexpectedly, he still couldn't raise him.
"Manpower has been exhausted, and God's will cannot be violated. Don't be too sad." Shu Jin kindly touched the smooth braid on the back of Hong Zhou's head.
Hong Zhou slumped down on the Arhat couch, raised his head and sighed, "God's will..."
The emperor's mother was kind, the queen was virtuous, and the imperial doctors tried their best, but Yongying still died young. Perhaps this was really God's will.